In the heart of the Royal Palace and the Astra Militarum wears the same scene. The commanders, elders and supreme generals of the respective factions are consumed, observing through the complex holographic devices the battle that is consumed, fester, wears out. A stalemate, for both factions. One, worn out by the time that goes, inexorable, leading them to certain ruin, the other, full of anxiety for a booty that could always get out of hand: the book, and the crown of Ivanor. A book, a crown, and death. Occasionally, the liberator and General Daikun reach the top of their stronghold, watching with their real eyes the hell below: a land to conquer, a land to defend. Succeeding, sometimes, even they can look each other. And curse, each other. The two bastions stand menacing, imposing, like two snakes facing each other too.
The battle now transcends the Materium, here are fighting the Gods. One for the mortal one, many was for the ancient Eldar, all devoured unless one, and at least four for the abominable powers of chaos while Gork and Mork laugh, from the sidereal depths, of all of them, neutral powers of the Universe.
But the gates of the Materium on Istanor falters, the winds whisper, whisper the stones and walls, crumbling like snow in a cruel sun. It is read in the eyes of civilians, now mutating into a form of nameless dread. The Alaitoc Princess knows, but doesn't speak. Closed in her world always over, always forward. Something is coming, something is going to transform the Royal sector in one of their endless battlefields, one of the many theaters, stages of war, in a endless purgatory where ignorant Armies are fighting for... are fighting, almost without a reason. Something is coming, and it's getting closer.
<< You know what, Commissar Nelson? What I can not wait to get back to me with a great fuck! Fuck at this fucking war! >> << General, let us win this damn war and then I'll take you to hell and bitches from here to the blue gates of Astoniash. >>
OST - Heroes - Motorhead
Terrible weapons exploded, terrifying plasma missiles, biological weapons of Nurgle, infected, virulent, warheads swollen with all sorts of explosives dropped from bombers, from the basilisks, the manticores, the bombards. Flew the havoc missiles of the Banelord titan and the terrifying blight missiles of Nurgle, including the fearsome vortex missile of Saetta. The most powerful weapons, weapons that should never have been created, born out of a desire to kill far beyond out of hand. The outer walls of both fortresses were tortured, while the dead and the scrap pile up more and more, hour after hour. Under the impetus of insanity this world goes to ruin, The folly of the great is far more dangerous than the madness of the humble.
And the madness of war roars again, with the thunder of five black legion Vindicators. Their mighty cannons shook up the walls, and if they were not occupied by praetorian combat servitors, dozens would now be dead on the ramparts, and instead only one dozen fall torn, flesh and steel slaughtered.
The initiative is in the hands of chaos, and while the nine ork fightas flying over the sky in air patrol control, blood axes incredibly disciplined, Gargarism the warlord titan arches his metal back and bombards the supply route of the loyalist outer gates, destroying two whirlwind tanks before they can fire.
The battle, however, will move again on the chaos outer gates, under pressure by hours by the loyalist heavy artillery. The warlord titan Ignis Divine opens fire, knocking down all the void shields of the gate and damaging the structure, while the two Shadowsword super heavy tanks severely damage the gates, on the verge of collapse. In the extreme, the gates regroup, regenerate more void shields it can while the zombies horde occupies the ramparts, now abandoned by the annihilated infantry company.
The pressure doesn't decrease, advance the land speeders typhoons, which attack the gates again, breaking down even more void shields.
From the dark bastion of chaos, the silence is broken, and thundering nine basilisks, they destroy a night spinner, create havoc among the Eldar jetbikes and risk almost to force to retreat the ordinatus armageddon, while in the sky the Tzeentch aviation breaks into the battlefield, ready to prey on the land speeder typhoons. Behind them, however, swoop nine ork fighters, and they manage to shoot down four doomwings before they can to annihilate the speeders. Only a land speeders falls under the fire of the bombers.
The pressure is skyrocketing on the chaos outer gates, and the ordinatus armageddon regroups, unleashing its terrible nova cannon against the gates now in ruins. The last void shields are washed away, while the structure collapses on itself, swallowing those few zombies along with dozens of corpses of the traitor imperial infantry regiment; but from the collapse can be heard the moans of the monstrous undead, unstoppable, fearless, that emerge from the rubble.
The empire of men. Perhaps, that instant. There was a moment when the thought took shape, self-consciousness. From utopia for a moment has permeated the minds of all mankind, taking almost a whole collective consciousness. For a moment there was the empire of men. Then, the ruin. A moment later, already utopia, gangrenous, rotten, decadent, like an embalmed shrunken old man on his golden throne, mummy of a forgotten time, the ghost of a utopia. Perhaps a dream. The empire of men doesn't exist anymore, now there is only the Imperium, the most bestial and brutal dictatorship that humanity has ever known.
Forgetful wars.
<< You know, General Daikun? You have Damn and fight for years my race, but ya' have to make uz grateful. We orks one day will make our da' entire galaxy, because we're born to win. It's on the battlefield that iz show our deztiny, we're born to conquer, and our two races will fight forevą. But if today you're ready, combative. If you have a hope, just one, for victory, it's thanks to uz. Our endless war has made you strongą, made ready for your decisive hour. Hummie. >> << Damat! This ork has fucking reason. The beginning of the hostilities between our two races is lost in the maze of time. you are now on our payroll, but Napoleork will give us battle forever. Now, right now, his fleet has hired the entire border, across the green river. The beast, on Armageddon, in this damned time, is bend the knees at the entire imperium. There will never be peace between us, you're right. Only an eternal war. What is this our miserable border, compared to the strategic value of Armageddon? Nothing! There are incredible stories of the war in place, incredible stories! As the siege of Helsreach, or the blitzkrieg of Hive Infernus, as it is called the infernus hero, the commissar? Holt? >> << So they say. And they also say that he has rejected the same Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka, in the siege of the governor's palace. This is reality, but don't look at it for a sense, because there izn't. You zaid it, there iz only an endless war. >>
From the back of the loyalist outer gate, the two whirlwind tanks remained open fire on the vindicators on the street, supported by the legendary four stukas that with a lucky shot destroy two tanks. The vindicators try to retire, but are intercepted by the manticores missiles from the Royal Palace as they march in retreat. Only one tank reach the elevated ground of the plasma annihilator ground cannon.
The assault from the chaos forces on the loyalist outer gates has stopped, but it's just a fake, a rapid change in strategy, which shows its dangers with the rapid advance of the mechanized terminators company that climb the central ramp directed toward the upper quarter of the royal sector, a bridgehead to hit from the top the loyalist supply line in the hours ahead.
There, where the loyalists for a moment believed to have opened a real breakthrough for the subsequent invasion, with dismay see the horde of Nurgle abandons the space port and occupies the walls ruins, joining the horde of zombies. A horde of plaguebearers even more immense. The massive Great Unclean One breaks through the ruins, proud and menacing at the shadow of its altar, while the bells ring in celebration the unclean plague Lord. An huge horde. Fetid meat as strong as steel.
The illusion of an easy conquest melts like blood in a fiery cauldron. In the hall of the holograms, in the royal palace, there is no doubt. An immense form is slowly approaching, a few more hours, directly on the loyalist assault route. Ignis Divine doesn't advance, stop the shadowswords, and the ordinatus armageddon. At the crossroads stops also Saetta, the reaver titan, stalled, waiting to see where it will open furiously the battle front, and so do the leman russ tanks, firm and in overwatch. The devastators patrolling the space port, while the praetorian combat servitors regroup and consolidate on the loyalist outer walls. The ordinatus Golgotha doesn't shoot more, for almost an hour. Only two missiles remained on its launch pads, which have become precious in this neverending battle.
On the chaos side, the armored divisions of land raiders move, heading for the center ramp, while the axis of attack on the loyalist outer walls the reaver titan Colhera waits in overwatch, reached by the Banelord Titan that coming out from the ruins to stands at the crossroads. Ebola is not moving, in overwatch it too, ready to disintegrate with its plasma annihilator anyone foolish enough to get close, while behind him Pustola the warhound titan march returning to the Astra Militarum headquarter, waiting for new orders.
Gold for fools, where you can glimpse conquest, there is defeat. Where do you see loot, only death. This is no longer Ivanor, but the Eldorado of mocking dark gods and vengeful mortals deity.
TURN 9 - OBJECTIVES
ALLIES Stronghold:allies hand ALLIES HQ's Huge Gates:allies hand ALLIES Space port:allies hand - 1st turn.
CHAOS Stronghold:chaos hand CHAOS HQ's Huge Gates:chaos hand CHAOS Space port:chaos hand - 1st turn.
Missiles Silos area:DESTROYED Heavy Ground cannon:DESTROYED Ground Plasma Annihilator - size chaos:chaos hand - overwatch Ground Plasma Annihilator - size allies:allies hand - overwatch Psychic tower:DESTROYED
VICTORY CONDITION: not achieved (check from turn 25 on)
<< Are comin' mine boyz! Order und discipline! Boars! There's zo much to smash that ya' only have da' problem ov chuuzin'! Today! We're two axes directly driven into your useless skull, Liberator! >> Captģn Kundra Von Grinda. Blood Axes warlord, at the allies council in the Royal Palace's command room.
From the loyalist backline, when the rhombus of the thunder and the roar of the cannon not split eardrums and cartilage, you can listen a rowdy horde incoming, turbulent but not too much. Disciplined, but still wild. A great ork battle fortress followed by a dozen wartracks and other light vehicles, with a swarm of hornets that flies over, a horde of orks with jump pack. The first outpost of a more numerous blood axes army breaks into the battlefield, bringing all the allies faction deployed in the battlefield. Blood axes. Mercenaries. They do so much damage those who have come to defend that those who have come to offend, but this is war, and without them, the battle in the capital would already be lost.
The sky above Ivanor burns.
In the shadow of the neverending night, the boldness and the illusion for the loyalist of an easy conquest dissipates, and becomes evanescent, before the advance of the black legion Class Luna starship. It's coming. A death sentence. The two remained Shadowsword retreat, destroying with a lucky strike the altar of Nurgle. The huge bell explodes emitting a sinister roar, while the wagon drifts, in flames.
The predators of the black legion advance on the elevated platform, to reinforce the forces in defense of the plasma annihilator ground cannon, while two sentinels march in protection of Saetta, the reaver titan.
The black legion armored division finally won the first elevated square, occupying it with the land raiders and terminators while the second heavy armored division, this time the three traitor imperial baneblades move rapidly proceeding on the assault route of the loyalist outer gates. A slight shelling is completed by the Deathwheel, An anticipatory cannonade.
The last bombard remained together with the company of basilisk unleash their pounding power over the loyalist outer gate, destroying two tanks chimera and putting a strain on the praetorian combat servitors, who nevertheless resist stoically, fearless. The gates themselves regroup, regenerate all their void shields, crushed under the firestorm.
While on the allies front continuing the withdraw operations on the assault front and all the detachments confirm their status of overwatch, Gargarism the warlord titan of Nurgle end its work began half an hour before, destroying the mechanized marines artillery under a pestilential firestorm.
OST - Conan the Barbarian - 21 - The Kitchen/The Orgy
The Space Orgy.
The space above the red funeral mantle, Istanor's sky, is a furious orgy of destructive power. The power of the stars, enclosed in terrifying torpedoes, gamma rays and nova cannons, mixes with thousands explosions, storms of missiles, traktor beams and unknown powers unleashed by the Eldar fleet and the indecipherable chaos ships with their spells and portents that bend space and time. The crude ork kroozers throw themselves headlong into the fray, ramming the enemy ships. The tunnels inside the spacecrafts are the scene of dozens of close combat and firefights, tunnel by tunnel, sector by sector. Burning ships, loyalist and traitors, Eldar, human and ork drift, swallowed up in the cold sidereal shadow. Huge steel behemoth. Dead.
Where before there were the chaos outer walls, now there are only ruins, but from the rubble a horde of plaguebearers gurgle and teem undisturbed. Two thunderhawks rush on them, sparking a massive firestorm, but only half a dozen demons is destroyed.
In the same time, a class Buffalo traitor imperial drop ship advances slowly at few hundred meters from the ground, landing at the feet of the Astra Militarum stronghold. An entire infantry company and a platoon of rough riders disembark from the vessel taking place in the vicinity of the space port.
The Banelord titan, the reaver titan Colhera and all the nearest detachments confirm their overwatch, and Ebola too. The same happen inside the Astra Militarum fortress, all ready, like a huge wave that retracts, ready to lash out again, and with greater force against the walls.
The dark reaper aspect warriors, the alaitoc guardians, the space marines light artillery and all the commanders in the command room are suddenly distracted by the noisy break of the orks within the royal courtyard. An huge battlefortress, followed by a dozen of warbikes, buggies and wartracks burst raising a fuss mixed tailpipes, while like a swarm of hornets sixty ork boyz on rockets swarm flying on the ramparts, alongside the dark reapers who nearly have opened fire. Allies. Mercenaries. Orks, but the most disciplined of the galaxy. Blood Axes.
The Imperial advance has stopped, dragging both sides in a stalemate. But peace is only illusory, the formidable artillery did not cease by hours their pounding melody of death. Hundreds of missiles were fired, thousands of mortar shells, tens of thousands of bullets, and soon will be hundreds of thousands, if not millions.
The long, and neverending night of Ivanor looming, inexorable, like a funeral cloak that everything envelops, everything swallows.
TURN 10 - OBJECTIVES
ALLIES Stronghold:allies hand ALLIES HQ's Huge Gates:allies hand ALLIES Space port:allies hand - 2nd turn. - reinf. 6 thunderbolts
CHAOS Stronghold:chaos hand CHAOS HQ's Huge Gates:chaos hand CHAOS Space port:chaos hand - 2nd turn. - reinf. 9 doomwings and 1 firelord
Missiles Silos area:DESTROYED Heavy Ground cannon:DESTROYED Ground Plasma Annihilator - size chaos:chaos hand - overwatch Ground Plasma Annihilator - size allies:allies hand - overwatch Psychic tower:DESTROYED
VICTORY CONDITION: not achieved (check from turn 25 on)
<< So, finally here. Here, beyond good and evil. I prayed with you all night, I whispered in the ear of your horse: run, horse, run fast. bring us all to Eldorado. Here, Cuiviénen-Iyl, where everything goes toward the consummation. Call! Call my name! Eldar seer! Call the name of yours fall! Don't you still feel the symphony of yours extinction? >> Nameless
<< Be cursed for eternity and beyond the one who will do it. You, Abbadon mentor. I recognize the hand of the archenemy, and all his malice. You will be thrown into oblivion, we will remove every single trace, every document, everything! The universe will never know that you existed at all. Nameless beast. >> Cuiviénen-Iyl. Alaitoc Farseer Eldar Princess.
Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old- This knight so bold- And o'er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado.
And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow- "Shadow," said he, "Where can it be- This land of Eldorado?"
"Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride," The shade replied- "If you seek for Eldorado!"
"Eldorado" by Edgar Allan Poe
The hands of time follow each other, inexorable, elusive, ineluctable, mocking. As the battle's hours, stacked one above the other, like bodies, rubble and the destroyed plates and scrap, while the sense of such a great holocaust escapes reason. The destinies of all, good or evil, hero or petty, god or mortal, rich or poor. Just, unjust, brave or coward. The destinies of all of them dancing to the tolling of a mocking bell, that escapes, that slips away. Tomorrow, good or evil, hero or petty, god or mortal, rich or poor. Just, unjust, brave or coward, they all will be the same, but today, they dance, suspended in time and space. There, where the same fate, He tyrant, is at the crossroads, and where everything is still possible.
OST - Epitaph - Ancient Rite
Massacre after massacre, after massacre and after massacre again. Destruction after destruction, slaughter after slaughter, explosion after explosion take shape as elements, concoctions and stills of an ancient rite, an unwritten magic ritual dictated by the leap into the abyss of an atrocious war. And the ritual is about to take shape, the gates of Materium falter by days now, ready to fall. Ready to yield to the pressing mindless and obscure whispering presences behind them.
Present, past and future. Nonsense. Everything has already happened, everything happens now and everything will always happen. The snake is eating its tail: it happened tomorrow.
Above the clouds of the city staged a macabre dance of watchful predators while the loyalist thunderbolts, the thunderhawks, the ork stukas and the Tzeentch's aviation prey each other, making pirouettes and evasive maneuvers, a dance that lightens for a moment the battlefield from the threat of heaven.
But the storm thunders immediately, with the roar of the nine basilisks that strike the loyalist outer gate, which immediately regroups and regenerates some of its void shields.
The pressure on loyalist outer gate becomes more threatening, with the advance of the baneblades company that repeatedly hit the gate, now reduced to shreds by hours of bombardment. The void shields collapse, one after another accelerating the inevitable fate. Gargarism, once again, arches its metal back and unleashes a firestorm upon the gate: the terminus howitzer, the morbus cannon and the plasma destructor: a devastating storm under which the gates, with the solemn memorial statue of "The unknown Commissar", collapse among a sea of debris and rubbles.
From the open gate of the Royal Palace the orks army bursts with a mighty roar, fast and lethal, the battlefortress, the warbikes, the wartracks and the scorchas march and stood in the buildings near the space port, followed by the stormboyz that as a wasp nest fly from the ramparts to the houses. Their Great Gargant is coming.
Extinctor Orbis, the Banelord titan, advances and shoots its doomcannon against the remaining walls that miraculously still hold up while the black legion company of terminators on land Raiders with a quick movement conquer the bubbling and seething plasma top of what was the intercontinental missile silos area.
<< There are hundreds of books that have become dangerous ghosts, especially thanks to those who don't have read them. King Minos III. >> << Wise words, King of Fenris. And this of Aristotle, is one of these. It belongs to my dynasty, but ultimately, to the whole mankind. We have to save it from the evil chaos hands, and the blind destructive fear of the Inquisition. >> << The Inquisition could destroy it in the shadows, but not now, under the light of the sun. The black library. This is its destiny. >>
As would last illusion, the illusion of being able to withstand the enemy impact. The loyalist outer gates, already breached, are ready to complete collapse. A little now can the praetorian combat servitors and their robots, crushed in the ruins and rubble. Colhera the reaver titan, ready on its metal feet, unleashes its plasma cannon against the tower still standing. The flow of plasma melts the now battered foundations, and the wall section collapses, increasing the breach that now is a chasm.
The imminent arrival of the black legion spaceship class Luna arrested the advance on imperial attack's route. The warlord titan Ignis Divine, the ordinatus armageddon, the two shadowswords, and more generally the entire front is stationary, in overwatch. On hold. Only the manticores battery, from the Palace's courtyard, opens fire and destroy two enemy hydra flak tanks, when they try to occupy the city high.
Suddenly, the sector is shaken by a slow earthquake, massive, massive steps of a moving giant. The emperor titan of Nurgle, Ebola, with massive and terrible steps march changing front, reaching behind the Banelord titan and reaver titan Colhera. Now everything is ready for a massive and terrible attack.
The horde of Nurgle in the ruins of the traitor outer gates regroups, while the formations landed from the drop ship class buffalo prepare an overwatch fire. The loyalist attack was interrupted.
The outer walls, for both factions, are now a heap of ruins, and the battle takes on, hour by hour, a proportion more and more terrible. The most frightening weapons of both factions are gathered here in the hour of the final confrontation. Here to unleash a destructive fury that has already disfigured the beautiful and noble district of the Royal Palace.The Alaytoc Princess looks beyond, but fate is obscured by massive fog, and the future is here, mocking, and misleading.
TURN 11 - OBJECTIVES
ALLIES Stronghold:allies hand ALLIES HQ's Huge Gates:allies hand ALLIES Space port:allies hand - 1st turn.
CHAOS Stronghold:chaos hand CHAOS HQ's Huge Gates:chaos hand CHAOS Space port:chaos hand - 1st turn.
Missiles Silos area:DESTROYED Heavy Ground cannon:DESTROYED Ground Plasma Annihilator - size chaos:chaos hand - overwatch Ground Plasma Annihilator - size allies:allies hand - overwatch Psychic tower:DESTROYED
VICTORY CONDITION: not achieved (check from turn 25 on)
<< Lieutenant Williamson, are you sure of what you see on the orbital map? >> << Confirmed Admiral Sampath. A ship class Luna is going to break into the Royal Palace sector. >>
<< Damn! Give me immediately the list of orbital-ground operation skill vessels available at the moment. >> << ... >> << What are you waiting for, hurry! >> << Admiral, apart from the Marines Air Force already operating in the sector, we have nothing comparable. All medium size class ships are engaged in battle, both in space and on the ground on all the planet. All, except one. Your personal rescue vessel "The Prince Hamlet", A Class Unicorn, still anchored at our starcruiser Ophelia. >> << Status and weaponry? >> << Ready, Admiral, but... >> << Very well, Lieutenant Williamson. I leave to you the command of the Ophelia starcruiser, An honor that few have had in their lives. Coordinate with the Astartes and Eldar fleets and stick to the plan. See you tomorrow, if the God Emperor wants and if ever there will be, a tomorrow. >> << But Admiral... >> << No ifs, ands or buts. They are doomed, I must intervene. Or there will not be anything so worthwhile to save, nor a reason to escape if they are defeated! The Ophelia serves the human race by more than six thousand years, take care to return it to me as you have received, on my return! Warn the allies Headquarters, I'm coming. >>
They are doomed. As a death sentence, warning that echoes in the icy void, like a shock wave, up to shake the hearts of the defenders, dismayed, watching one of the many Black Legion Class Luna ships storms on the battlefield. A formidable, unbeatable terrible opponent.
The traitor rough riders suddenly march, stopping near Ebola, protecting it from a potential air assault, while the baneblades company advances and devastates the last tanks of the praetorian combat servitors over the ruins, while the cyborgs, a dozen in all, resist stoically against the shelling and the subsequent bombing of the last enemy bombard artillery tank.
All loyalist forces around the space port, the rough riders, the last infantry brigade and the devastators company confirm their overwatch while the Banelord titan Exstinctor Orbis advances behind the baneblades super heavy tanks, shelling the last piece of wall still standing.
OST - V The Final Battle Theme
The Class Luna, a space vessel in service since the days of the first foundation. The pride of the Luna Wolves, as only they possessed, because they created it, this rare model. Dozens of these vessels, along with other common models to all other astartes legions, was the spearhead of the drop vessels of Horus legion, never more replicated. Monstrous behemoth of death, flying aircraft carrier, capable of deploy a whole army on the ground, highly protected by batteries of lascannons as air defense. Missile batteries, powerful long-range cannons, for decades these vessels have terrorized their enemies, and then vanished in the eye of terror, along with all the rest of the black legion fleet, after the fall of Horus. Horrors, nemesis of a lost time, jewelry of forgotten technologies. Horrors, nightmares that come back from the past, from the black hole from which they had been swallowed. The Class Luna advances casting its infinite shadow over the roaring titans of chaos, bringing its bow over the horrendous spiers and towers of Ebola, the emperor titan.
From the class Luna missiles batteries open fire, a firestorm strikes on the building in which are perched the stormboyz, who miraculously escape the terrible carnage, while the building is damaged.
Shortly after, the traitor class Buffalo lifts off and goes up towards the central sector.
The companies in the Royal Palace confirm their overwatch, in a wait tactic while from the Astra Militarum stronghold the basilisks company unleashes a barrage fire upon the infantry entrenched in the space port, shelling further trenches and bunkers.
Ebola, firm on its huge legs, unleashes the terrible barrage of its three terminus howitzers and the last blight missile, which impacts devastatingly against the building where are perched the stormboyz, causing carnage. The mob transported in the battlefortress is hit, five among warbikes and buggies are destroyed, along with about twenty boyz, while the stormboyz are literally decimated, forced to flee, while the zombies, emerged from the unclean explosion, creep themselves inside the building.
The chaos advance proceeds, with the rapid movement of Colhera, the reaver titan, that advances near the Baneblades super heavy tanks, hitting the rough riders, now forced to retreat, abandoning the defense of the space port. Behind it, now come the black legion land raiders, to strengthen the invasion's front.
OST - Harold Faltermeyer - The Running Man - Soundtrack Music Suite
In the darkness of the command rooms, in the Royal Palace's heart, a gray bureaucrat, an obscure person surrounded by hardworking servitors counts, monitors, catalogs, try to keep all equipment and logistical support to its maximum efficiency. Delivering information, dispatches, reinforcements and supplies, following supply lines, ammunition. A delicate as vital work. A simple mistake, and battalions would find themselves without ammunition in their rifles.
<< The ork has taught us a hard lesson, Dear and noble Lords. The great lesson of ecology is that the survival of our species is linked to all the others, this eternal war at our border, on Istanor VII° system, against the orks makes us ready, strong and reactive to adversity, often hidden, in this troubled universe. >> Liutenant Carl Bissler. Administratum Assay Corps. Departmento Munitorum.
A warning, a whisper in the troubled and hectic holographic room, that immediately gets lost in the sea of uncontrollable discussions and debates, while the tension mounts now skyrocketing. For a few moments Gen. Daikun indulges, elsewhere, far away. Led by the words of Liutenant Bissler in fleeting memories, for a few, rare moments the massive vibrations of the detonations change in the sound of children playing after the doctrine imperialis lesson. He was nine, maybe eleven. Rare, unforgettable moments of pure humanity. Those laughs, which overlap, one above the other, to form a music in its own right. Even an instant. Only one. Leave me here, cries from the depths the general, before sinking, soul, boots and body back into the abyss, while that ancestral music turns to the hellish roar of the battlefield. Cruel, ignorant, angry.
OST - Battlefield 3 Battle sounds (urban combat)
The immense orbital cannon at the foot of the Royal Palace slowly turns its huge tower, emitting a deafening sound of winches, immense chains, gigantic pistons and every miracle of mechanics to move hundreds of tons of steel. It has never really seen a battle before today. With a blinding flash, a beam of blue energy is fired from its enormous belly, the plasma reactor, which impacts against the void shields of the Class Luna.
The battlefield is upset by deafening thunders and thunderous explosions, a destructive earthquake that devastated the foundations of the entire Royal sector. Gargarism the warlord titan, once again, raises its metal back and with its morbus cannon intercepts and destroys one of the two incoming shadowswords directed towards the allies space port.
Rattling Gangsta, the personal Great Gargant of Kundra Von Grinda, his podium and propelled throne of destruction breaks into the battlefield, stomping inside the allies space port while the last rough riders fall back from the front. The enormous warengine is worthy of its name, advancing in a deafening noise of rolling plates and thundering cannons puffing angrily from its dozens chimneys black exhaust fumes. The Great Gargant is commanded directly by Von Grinda, who with a rudimentary traktor beam walkie talkie sends messages to his impressive idol of destruction and at the entire ork's army in field. An orks army has thickened near the allies space port to face the chaos outbreak. Rattling Gangsta opens fire vaporizing twenty zombies on the buildings beyond the collapsed walls.
From the Astra Militarum HQ the mechanized coven of Khorne march and reaches the access platform to the upper town, while the reaver titan Saetta move fast inside the ruins occupied hours ago by the warlord titan Ignis Divine.
Ignis Divine, also advances and repeatedly hit the coven of Nurgle perched in the ruins of chaos outer gates, destroying some plaguebearers. The bombing is incremented by a rain of missiles from the manticores company in the Royal Palace.
The traitor leman russ company, than, moves to the ruins and opens fire against the warlord titan, that stand absorbing the enemy fire at the cost of two void shields.
On the top of the seething cauldron that was the missile silos sector, the land raiders and terminators company advances, and well protected in the wreckage and debris unleashes a firestorm upon the ork mob near the space port, killing dozens of orks on the buildings, destroying much of their wartracks, warbikes and buggies and damaging the mighty battlefortress. The ork horde is in disarray.
From the Royal Palace, the ordinatus Golgotha fire one of its two remaining missiles, vaporizing one land raider and all their daemon beasts. A devastating explosion, from which nothing but the terminator would never have saved.
Two thunderhawks fly in pairs, one goes on the battered terminators company, destroying two land raiders and a dozen terminators, while the other lands near the ordinatus armageddon, protecting it with its skyclaws, those who survived at the defense of the loyalist outer gates, hours ago.
The allies leman russ company march near the reaver titan Saetta, thus composing a new offensive army, ready to march again against the chaos space port.
The ork's army is arrived, only to face the chaos titan legion. The chaos forces have gone on the attack, and even the allies. Now is battle on all fronts.
In the Royal Palace, the revenants titans advance and try to destroy the last zombies inside the building in front of them, but they miss the target.
The massive chaos plasma annihilator ground cannon turns and unleashes its terribile firepower against the near huge building, still standing only by a miracle. Hundreds of windows explode instantly while a flood of fire corrodes hundreds of apartments, melting stone, steel and few, fleeting shadows that there were hiding, hoping to survive at the evil storm. Fools.
The Royal palace sector is now a thundering hell.
TURN 12 - OBJECTIVES
ALLIES Stronghold:allies hand ALLIES HQ's Huge Gates:allies hand ALLIES Space port:allies hand - 2nd turn - reinf: 9 ork stukas.
CHAOS Stronghold:chaos hand CHAOS HQ's Huge Gates:chaos hand CHAOS Space port:chaos hand - 2nd turn. - reinf. 9 doomwings and 1 firelord.
Missiles Silos area:DESTROYED Heavy Ground cannon:DESTROYED Ground Plasma Annihilator - size chaos:chaos hand - fired Ground Plasma Annihilator - size allies:allies hand - overwatch Psychic tower:DESTROYED
VICTORY CONDITION: not achieved (check from turn 25 on)
<< A King will be who will give the contrary, The exiles elevated to the altar: Swim in blood the people of the Aristotle's dynasty, Long flourish their standard. >> Constanze the Prophetess, burned as a Heretic 687.M38.
<< In the name of the God Emperor, and his Majesty King Minos III, I Steve Onyx, general of Abeldar's planetary defense, I inform you that as result of the entrapment of the traitor fleet in the warp storm, we resumed hostilities against the traitor regiments of General Arckimbald Bosch. Brindor was reduced to ashes by the unclean traitor arrogance, punished by the fire of the stars, and all the other cities will follow, if at the end of this storm we will not have triumphed. May you triumph in a hurry, and force the surrender of the traitors, many of which are just, and insanely, obeying at the orders of few traitor superiors. >> Recorded message from Baras city. - Abeldar Planetary defense General Steve Onyx.
In cauda venenum.
From Istanor to Abeldar, until all the planets of the border, the sector of Istanor VII° is a flaming cemetery of hopes, of safety, of wishful thinking. Thousands, millions, tens and tens of millions will now count the tombstones, soldiers, civilians, traitors, loyalists, lost, damned and beasts vomited from the warp. The cities of Abeldar are now the scene of fierce clashes and raids, Ivanor is a seething cauldron of flame and steel, while all along the frontier Napoleork's fleet hires battle against loyalist fleet, helpless and unable to send in these conditions vital reinforcements to the capital planet, one step away from the brink. A swamp of tombstones, on which, however, dominate huge mausoleums, funeral towers so high as to vanish over the sky, from the Materium pierce and pierce like a dagger in the heart the same Immaterium, and the infinite and changing parallel universes. On that ivory is written: Here lies the man's illusion of immortality, on another, all onyx, an inscription: Here lies the man's greed of power, and so on. But on the largest, a written radiates of dark light the entire cemetery, of red flame of void: Here lies man's will to become a God.
<< The orks army advances toward the destroyed outer gates, avalanche of iron, fire and hope. >> vox device of the brigade commander at the defense of the space port.
OST - Ivanor burns.
A squadron of ork stukas whizzing in the skies, but it's not a bombing, but an air patrol control. The blood axes fighters fly over the terminators barricaded in the smoking ruins of the silos sector in the same moment when they open fire from the top upon the ork mob previously targeted, rejecting it in disarray. The battlefortress is destroyed under the land rider's lascannons.
With a fast movement, the ork tankaz advance and fire against the reaver titan Colhera, while on the opposite side the traitor leman russ open fire against Ignis Divine, the warlord titan, forced to move and regroup to restore its void shields. The pace of battle accelerates.
From the opposite side of the traitor leman russ, the loyalist russ advance and unleash a firestorm against the nurgle daemon horde pearched on the ruin of the traitor outer walls, Killing the Great Unclean One that vanish into the warp in an horrible blast, devouring tens of plaguebearers.
Saetta, the rever titan, move it too reaching Ignis Divine, and with its melta cannon fires and burns a dozen zombies. The loyalist assault front now counts two titans and a company of leman russ, all on attack.
Both sides are now very hot, but it's on the loyalist side, in defense, that the battle is ready to flare up in all its fury. The Great Gargant quickly reaches the tankaz near the ruins, and opens fire on the chaos reaver titan, which, however, resists, protected in cover among the industrial domes.
Advances the shadowsword, the last one left of the entire company, and the fearsome ordinatus advances it too rapidly, both open fire to Colhera, the nurlge reaver titan, forced to regroup to regenerate its void shields, which advances to the ruined walls. A massive fire power, but in its haste to get to the target equally ineffective. In the same time, the traitor baneblades company advances and fire against the ork tankaz, destroying one tank.
The ork army is all forward, and while four stukas, the legendary destroyers of the silos sector, strike the reaver titan knocking down its last void shields, a massive ork landa lands near Colhera, and pours on it the whole firepower of the disembarked mob of boyz.
Now the rubble of loyalist outer walls are a unrecognizable chasm, mixed to the immense craters of the Golgotha's plasma missiles, the huge explosions of the blight missile of the Plague Father, the wreckage of tanks, hundreds of deaths, and smaller craters of the countless missiles of the manticores and basilisk's shells. In this moonscape the last praetorian combat servitors assault, with the support fire of the whole ork mob, the chaos reaver titan. The Titan is damaged in the storm of ork big shootas, but in the same time also a horde of zombies throws itself into the fray. Under the crossfire the mob of orcs is being decimated by the cannonades of the baneblades, while the zombies are swept away by the support fire of the Great Gargant. The ground is hot, on fire.
While on the chaos attack route the battle sinks into a stalemate, the coven of khorne march and achieves the chaos terminators in the battered silos sector. The chaos forces have conquered the central elevated sector.
From the folds of time, there where the same time is but a mere, laughable variable. There, where a second is an eternity, and eternity is nothing but a blink of an eye. It is coming. The eye, is coming, while in the Astra Militarum fortress a tyrant, destroyer of Istanor when once he was its first defender, walks back and forth nervously in greedy waiting to be satiated by the cup of victory.
If you look into the abyss, the abyss will look into you.
The allies forces bear the brunt, the ork army has poured over the enemy in a drumming assault and shelling, giving breath and time to reorganize for the astartes their forces and their assault tactic. Two thunderhawks land on the battlefield, the first embark the skyclaws, while the second do the same with the tarantulas mobile field guns. All ready for the next deep air-strike assault.
From the astra militarum stronghold the raptor cult flies and arrives in the buildings near the chaos space port, and when they are still in flight are reached and surpassed by the aviation of Tzeentch, who rushes against the land speeders typhoons. Behind them, once again, the blood axes aviation tries to intercept them, knocking down two doomwings but the attack proceeds in depth, and two speeders are destroyed.
Ebola, the infamous. Ebola, the great plague. Ebola, the damned Emperor Titan of Nurgle opens fire, its plasma annihilator roars, it lights of ancient flame and overwhelms the Great Gargant. Kundra Von Grinda horrified, seeing his battle station become a ball of burning fire. In a few moments the immense Gargant burns, half torn, while dozens of explosions echoing inside, sign that many fires are out of control. Yet however, the Gargant is still operational.
Under the column of fire of the burning Gargant, and between the flaming debris, the Class Luna advances, and opens fire on the tankaz near the ruined walls, destroying almost all of them in a hail of missiles and the powerful shot of the plasma cannons.
Extinctor Orbis, the banelord titan advances fast near the walls, crushing the last nobz in disarray perched on the ruins, when as martyrs, the few soldiers, the second wave of the wall's defenders march and occupy the ruin, protecting with their bodies and thier few lascannons the passage to the enemy.
Pustola, the warhound class titan move fast it too and fires to the imperial soldiers just arrived in the loyalist outer walls, pouring a flood of fire and pestilence upon them. A dozen soldiers fall, and the already decimated praetorian combat servitors are almost wiped out. However, the front still holds.
The last one. Now, or never. The last missile of the Golgotha is projected into the air, and lands with a terrifying roar among the traitor baneblades and land raiders, severely damaging the baneblades who retreat from the front.
Gargarism, the damned warlord titan, responsible of the destruction of the loyalist outer walls march to its outer wall in ruins, to face Ignis Divine and Saetta, now ready to invade the chaos deploy sector.
With impetus and without any waiting the forces of both factions are thrown to attack and so do the revenant titans, who jump with an incredible leap literally out from the Royal Palace to land in their space port, shelling and destroying almost completely the terminators perched on the top of the sector high.
The battlefield is rocked by huge explosions, obscured by the long shadow of the Class Luna spaceship, its skies are dotted with dozens of fighters, and its streets battered by fierce and huge bombing. Added to these is the massive shelling of the traitor basilisks company, that hits and destroys two loyalist leman russ.
From the loyalist spaceport the ork commandos move near their gargant, ready for the final brawl. If will be the end, will be an end of blood, steel and fire.
On the opposite side, a windriders warhost march near the leman russ, to thicken the loyalist attack line.
The attack is now launched. For both, there is no return. This world will burn before it is written the name of the conqueror, if ever something or someone will emerge from this cauldron of fire and pestilence.
TURN 13 - OBJECTIVES
ALLIES Stronghold:allies hand ALLIES HQ's Huge Gates:allies hand ALLIES Space port:allies hand - 1st turn.
CHAOS Stronghold:chaos hand CHAOS HQ's Huge Gates:chaos hand CHAOS Space port:chaos hand - 1st turn.
Missiles Silos area:DESTROYED Heavy Ground cannon:DESTROYED Ground Plasma Annihilator - size chaos:chaos hand - overwatch - slow fire Ground Plasma Annihilator - size allies:allies hand - overwatch Psychic tower:DESTROYED
VICTORY CONDITION: not achieved (check from turn 25 on)
<< I am He who howls in the night; I am He who moans in the snow; I am He who hath never seen light; I am He who mounts from below.
My car is the car of Death; My wings are the wings of dread; My breath is the north winds breath; My prey are the cold and the dead. >> -From whispering lips of an unknown Harlequin - H.P.L Psychopompos
OST - Sopor Aeternus - Hades Pluton
How many hours have now passed since the beginning of hostilities in the Royal sector? Daikun doesn't know anymore, although a lancet runs inexorable, articulating the time in which to write the word: victory or death. His hand often slips on the book, he holds it, still intact: pool of hope and cauldron of all evil, reason of this war. The truth, but what is the truth? Quid est veritas? General Daikun stands, in front of the holographic device, trying in council with the other generals and Kings to face any incoming threat. General Daikun stands at the crossroads: throw the book into the devouring flames of obscurantism, or save it for a brighter future? Maybe in a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand years. Perhaps, it will be a foundation stone of a new renaissance. General Daikun stands, tormented by his thoughts, his burden and by a war, a night that doesn't want to end.
As an ancient behemoth the Class Luna advances, overcoming with its immense shadow Ebola, the Emperor titan of Nurgle. A dreadnought battleships. All his guns light, except the three bined frontal plasma cannons. The Great Gargant is hit by a pillar of fire, already in flames, a huge flame blazes two hundred meters up to the sky, fed continuously by missiles, lascannons and gunfire coming from the spacecraft. A crackling roar, and the great Gargant is a colossus of hot steels, defeated.
Under a glowing rain of red-hot debris, and the shadow of the column of fire of the destroyed Gargant, the revenant titans with the agility only of the Eldar race advance, firing on Colhera, the reaver titan of Nurgle, for hide next from the enemy line of sight running behind some buildings. The void shields of the reaver titan collapse, and it's further damaged. Colhera immediately regroups, restoring all its void shields.
On the opposite side, the traitor leman russ company opens fire again against Ignis Divine, the warlord titan, and five of its void shields collapse under the incessant shelling of their battlecannons. The retaliation however comes from the loyalist leman russ, which unfortunately can not coordinate a real action, and open fire from their position, slaughtering a dozen zombies, the first line at protection of the traitor outer walls.
The battle is pressing on both fronts, but it's on the allies side that the defenses are beginning to yield. A handful of zombie crawls out from the huge industrial domes, and hires the ork landa in disarray, overwhelming it with the support fire of Colhera, the reaver titan Nurgle.
Kundra Von Grinda overlooks the balcony of the operations center of the royal palace, and with a scream amplified in a rough megaphone, orders the charge of the commandos, along with the horde of orcs remained holed up in the near buildings. The orks launch the assault with bombs, power fists and all their arsenal of death, but the Banelord titan crushes them mercilessly, bloodthirsty beast. However, the mob of orks in rearguard manages to knock down four of its void shields, paving the way to the next allies action. The assault failed, the commandos exterminated, the orks mob decimated in retreat, when over their heads all hell breaks loose.
The ordinatus Armageddon and the shadowsword open fire, unleashing a terrible firepower, the power of the star against the Banelord Extinctor Orbis. The roaring beast horrified, its final void shields evaporate in a cloud of flame and destroyed steel. The entire structure of the carapacem issile is wiped out, annihilated, while the volcano cannon crashed half of its daemonic steel face. The reactor is overloaded, three holes, three critical damage threatening its existence. It falters, roaring and raging, half destroyed, and careless of its fate unleashes its firepower upon the infantry, the defender brigade of the space port, previously retreated within the spaceport's trenches, leaving the ruined walls. The flames of its guns reap numerous victims, the infantry are in disarray, but don't retreat. Not a step back, stoically.
The black legion terminators, with their last land raiders, advance, fire and exterminates from the top the last retreating orks, in retreat from the failed assault on Banelord titan, also in flames.
The battle on the ruins of the loyalist outer walls is pressing, the wall itself and the neighborhood are now a glowing moonscape, a heap of craters, ruins, bricks, steels, charred bodies, mangled, and devoured, burning coals, and even scrap of tanks, buggies, wartracks, scorchas and twenty imperial tanks. A steaming land of death and destruction; and among this destruction the chaos land riders advance cautiously in the ruins, to open fire on the flak tower of the space port, damaging it.
The dark reapers, from the outer walls of the Royal palace observe the horizon, menacing as ever from the start of the hostilities. A terrifying vision, that grips the hearts of the allies generals. Their external front is going to be overwhelmed, a vital reason to move soon to counterattack on the chaos side. It, the prince of pestilence, tyrant and destroyer of worlds. Seventy times seven damned, Ebola march under the long shadow of the Class Luna. Its steps are shaking worlds and hearts. It stinks and do howl the dead, who rise to its bastion-feet, to cheer Nurgle himself.
The archenemy hit with all its evil strength. The doomsday machine is here, and if the God Emperor doesn't shorten this time, there will be nothing left to save.
Lights of red flames Ivanor city, hellenic splendor of imperishable glory. Temple of wisdom, and of human intelligence. The four powers of the apocalypse have brought death, flames and contagion, like a stormy sea, reaching to the heart, the royal palace, where everything will go to completion.
OST - Bauhaus - Paranoia, Paranoia
Around the Royal Palace of King Minos III° a carnival dance of death and destruction all around, as a sabbatical ritual, a spell of fire, death and destruction increases the entropy of the universe, approaching universes and parallel realities that should never meet, the door is opening, changing the laws of Materium, and the unknown, with all its multifaceted appearance and wonders, is at the gates.
Places of sharp despair, where flocks of rapacious dominate forests of bones and skulls. shapeless jaws open hungry observing the unfortunate rover from their empty orbits. Fortresses and spires rise to a fake skies, illusory, dominated by Daemon Prince and nameless as shapeless entities. A dimension of corruption and temptation, changeable, deceptive. Hellish. Worlds made of paranoia, where the irrational is the law, where the essence is mood and desire. The door that devide this two dimension totters, wobbles, and at houndreds the daemons of the four power of chaos rush into the Planet, to bring the triumph of their deities.
OST - bathory - destroyer of worlds
The incessant pounding of the battle is an unstoppable symphony, the impetus and fury of the chaos forces has been thrown on the allies front, their outer gates collapsed, and the defender fall back to the second line, thier spaceport. The assault now moves to the opposite side, where the chaos forces must defend their line. Ignis Divine, previously under the traitor leman russ fire, regroups and regenerates its void shields, while a baneblade super heavy tank march in the street, surpassing both loyalist Titans for stop near to the hordes of zombies on the enemy front line.
Pustola, the warhound titan, Leaves the city high, from the edge of which now can not shoot, the allies troops withdrew in their space port, and marching reaches the ruins occupied hours ago by the Banelord titan, strengthening the forces at the defense of the space port.
From the Hellenic Royal Palace, King Minos III observes the manticores battery, for the umpteenth time, release their missile salvo. In the rear of the base is a constant coming and going of auxiliary transport vehicles, that with thier winches and cranes recharges the manticore tanks with dozens and dozens of missiles. The missile's launch platforms are now hot, and must be cooled with fire extinguishers. A missiles storm crashes upon the traitor leman russ, while Saetta, the reaver titan, advances and unleashes its plasma cannon and its meltacannon against the leman russ, destroying three tanks and forcing the survived to retreat behind their spaceport.
While the traitor leman russ retreat, the land speeders typhoon assault the horde of zombies, with the support fire of the reaver titan just advanced. The zombies are hardly massacred, and the last are finally crushed by the windriders warhost that regroup, fast as a lightning bolt, from where it moved.
The pipes, the mouths of fire of the basilisks are hot, also cooled by the traitorous forces with makeshift. However, their fury is inexorable, and at the same time that the bombard tank unleashes its deadly cargo, even the basilisk do likewise. The loyalist leman russ are under fire, a firestorm that destroyed two tanks, and forces to retreat from the front line the remaining.
The battle turns on the chaos assault front, where the baneblades company moves fast and unleash its firepower against the flak turret of the allies space port, sending it in disarray. The allies spaceport has no heavy air cover, only two space wolves hunter tanks to protect it.
On the top of the destroyed missiles silos Sector, among a steaming moonscape scenery, the coven of Khorne advances to the edge of the platform and unleashes their fire against the space wolves land speeders, that heroically resist. Lasguns, machine guns, some bazookas, a jumble of weapons and equipment, to gather enough by villains, outlaws and deserters.
The cultists of Khorne observe angry the red and thick clouds of Istanor bursting apart, while two thunderhawks whizzing toward the ground, towards the traitor outer walls. The pilots of the thunderhawks don't believe their eyes when they see behind them the wakes of the four ork stukas, follow them in the same mission. A storm of battlecannons, heavy bolters, crude machine guns and rudimentary as effective missiles befall upon the ruined walls, making huge massacre of cultists, plaguebearers, mutants, minotaurs and trolls.
The chaos defensive line falters, but still holds up. However, Gargarism advances also in the ruins, near Pustola, and opens fire against Saetta, striking it with the morbus cannon, the terminus howitzer and its battle-tail. The void shields of Saetta crackle while collapse one after the other, under the shelling.
The traitor class Buffalo drop ship advances and lands in the allies space port, using its size as a threat. The ork tankaz and the space wolves devastators detachment break their overwatch, and shoot at will against the massive warengine. Its void shields collapse, and the spaceship is damaged, however, it manages to land, contesting the allies space port and preventing the sending of precious air reinforcements from orbit, in such crucial time. The buffalo's battlecannon and lascannon shoot at the hydra tank in tow of the shadowsword super heavy tank, destroying it.
The plasma reactor of the Banelord titan is a cauldron of unstable fire, out of control. Detonations follow each other wildly, inside its steel belly. Is metal bowels writhe. By its guns, and every mouth of fire smoke and flames blaze up out of control. The huge steel beast launches a final, ferocious roar, before detonating torn in two flaming parts. The Banelord titan collapses to the ground in flames, defeated, destroyed.
The loyalist outer walls are a Stalingrad, a great gargant burns like a colossus, a huge monolith of sheets on fire. A Banelord titan is crashed to the ground, also in flames. Flames that fuel flames that the flames and flames yet. The city burns. Hour by hour, more like hell, or a demonic world, that an imperial city.
Once again, the massive chaos plasma annihilator ground cannon turns and unleashes its terribile firepower against the near huge building, still standing only by a miracle and this time it shrivels up like a tower of paper, under the incendiary breath of a river of glowing plasma. The huge building collapses on itself, leaving in its place only a pile of flaming and smoldering rubble.
Flames. Flames. Flames.
TURN 14 - OBJECTIVES
ALLIES Stronghold:allies hand ALLIES HQ's Huge Gates:allies hand ALLIES Space port:CONTESTED.
CHAOS Stronghold:chaos hand CHAOS HQ's Huge Gates:chaos hand CHAOS Space port:chaos hand - 2nd turn. - reinf. 9 doomwings and 1 firelord.
Missiles Silos area:DESTROYED Heavy Ground cannon:DESTROYED Ground Plasma Annihilator - size chaos:chaos hand - fired Ground Plasma Annihilator - size allies:allies hand - overwatch Psychic tower:DESTROYED
VICTORY CONDITION: not achieved (check from turn 25 on)
Ivanor is a tomb. As a storm the evil powers, and the four winds of chaos thrown themselves on the city, which still stands! A million civilians have died under the rubble, under bombardment, under the disease of Ebola the Emperor titan of Nurgle, pierced with swords, bullets, lashes, daemon hounds, demons and battle-axes; but in a war like this there are no civilians. Every boy, old man, woman now is armed while the siege of the western walls still being fought in the shadow of the solemn stone guardians, while all along the walls the city guard, regiments of Daikun, Eldars, Orks and few Astartes give battle without quarter at the impavid enemy. But now, not the fate of the battle, but the fate of the entire war is decided here, at the foot of the Royal Palace.
Cui prodest?
<< We need to accelerate the fall of the Royal Palace, Field Marshal! The clock are against them, but anything can happen. Nothing, nothing will happen to the book! They are coming, They're getting closer. >> << You don't have understand, this war is a show. Here lies the strength of our victory. Billions of people have seen this show, "live", in all the planets of the star system of Istanor VII°! And they saw the Liberator, they saw only what I wanted to show them, that's why we have to triumph, no one among those who matter must survive. We will have an unique truth: mine. Our enemies, fools, have understood anything. Homo videns. You see, this is the art of politics, my dark master. The balance of power has shifted, and now you'll obey me, Nameless, simply because you don't exist for them. You Astartes, technology appendix of the human omnipotence, you now will obey the Liberator. Thanks to my wits Istanor is ready to fall! I'm the Liberator, not you. I'm the one who has the black legion and the Legio Cariosus at his feet. You and your Lord Abbadon will have your book, only when I have my crown. This is my will! >>
<< The Omnissiah call me into the great maelstrom of Knowledge. Luna Wolves Class Luna space ship approaching, statistical chance of survival: 2%. Main target acquired. Plasma reactor ready. Void shields: maximum. Enemy reaver titan in sight. For the Lords of Mars. Fire! Class Armageddon IBM 9535.24. >> Ordinatus Armageddon, machine spirit reporting to the allies HQ. Last report.
The ordinatus Armageddon, relic, ancient artifact of lost human knowledge, opens fire. Its mighty nova cannon rages against the reaver titan beyond the walls in ruins. The titan's void shields vaporize, and the Titan itself is lit up like a blazing sun, a grinning sun. The reaver titan collapses on itself, breaking steel and rotten plate. Cholera, the reaver titan Nurgle, fell.
As a deadly prophecy, the immense Class Luna advances beyond the collapsed loyalist front line. The whole arsenal of the ship opens fire. The six void shields of the ordinatus are vaporized, one after another, and the ancient artifact is wrapped in a fireball. Its heart of valves and circuits falters, crumbles, and so its essence, while the huge war engine is reduced to a pile of smoldering metal sheets, destroyed by the fury of an overwhelming opponent. Under the apocalypse of fire the shadowsword super heavy tank is forced to fall back.
The Royal Palace sector has been ripped apart by two huge explosions, within minutes a titan and an ordinatus have fallen in a heap of smoking ruins. The most terrifying weapons of the universe are unleashed in the heart of the city. Falters the city, and the materium with it. However, the powerful legs of Saetta, the reaver titan of the legio metalica don't falter, while it advances and assaults the enemy front line, followed by a baneblades super heavy tank and the last two land speeders typhoon. The Baneblades is damaged by the enemy overwatch fire from the cultists in the ruins, but it doesn't stop its movement. The titan and the baneblade unleash a terrifying firefight, The plaguebearers resist the impact, but in the end the entire line collapses. The demons disappear in the warp, while the flags and spells that kept them tied to materium are broken. The cultists, a mass of ragged in rout, fled into the ruins at the foot of Gargarism, the warlord titan Nurgle.
The reaver titan, victorious, regroups with its back to the citadel, in the ruins of a building torn down hours ago by Ignis Divine, the warlord titan.
On the allies space port, the devastators detachment opens fire against the traitor class buffalo drop ship. Its last void shield collapses, and the space ship is seriously damaged, now in disarray.
In the same moment, the traitor baneblades company moves fast and enters cautiously in the ruins in the midst of the black legion land raiders, opening fire against the last imperial guard soldiers perched on the first line of trenches and bunkers of their space port. The soldiers, previously in disarray, abandon their position, fleeing in terror, while half of them fall under the enemy cannons.
The red and diabolic sky of Ivanor is torn apart another time, and the damned Tzeentch aviation rushes on the battlefield once again, this time against the reaver titan. The titan's void shields collapse under the terrible barrage, and one doomwing's missile broke through in its thick armor damaging it.
The chaos forces don't loosen the pressure, nor diminish the fury of their attack. The half-ruined company of terminators advances and opens fire on the retreating Shadowsword, damaging it.
From the Royal Palace the manticores open fire, and strike on the top of the citadel, where the cult of Khorne has take position, on the edge of the silos smoking ruin, to target the loyalist on thier frontal assault line. The missiles kill a dozen of cultists, and destroy a truck; but it's not enough to stop them from unleash thier firepower against the damaged loyalist baneblade on the street below. The superheavy tank is destroyed by the enemy fire.
The allies leaders and generals observe now from the spiers of the royal palace the huge enemy space ship approaching, inexorable. Scan the sky, waiting for a signal, in the hope that the admiral come to their rescue before it's too late. There will never, never capitulation. There is no more space for a step back. The immense Class Luna procedes immense overhanging the allies space port, all its guns blazed. From its dozens cannon barrels plumes of smoke rise to the sky, to mingle with the red, devilish night of Istanor.
The allies assault is ended, in the same moment when Ignis Divine moves fast and fires at the class Luna with its volcano cannon, a powerful shot absorbed by its void shields.
On the allies space port, what remain of the hordes of zombies occupy the bunker, contesting the area, but at the same time the allies rough riders assault the class buffalo space ships, previously damaged, an epic assault that end with the destruction of the landed space ship.
From the allies assault line, the leman russ company fails once again to activate, and can only move to their space port. All the armoured companies are moving to the Black Legion space ship.
From the Royal Palace's gate a company of mole mortars of the space wolves opens fire against the chaos terminators on the city high, and destroying their last land raider forces them to retreat on the upper level.
On a wall on Ivanor was written, Hurrah the war! Who wrote it has already fallen. Who's at the top says: you go to the glory. Those below says: you go to the pit.
OST - Killing Joke ~ War Dance
Motus In Fine Velocior
<< Your ridiculous fleet is being crushed, hour after hour. Your armies, more like a carnival ride that to a real army, dwindle. You are dying, cannonade after cannonade, bombing after bombing. Your reinforcements soon will increasingly weak, while we have reserves to extend the conflict beyond your capabilities. You are a general, Daikun, admit your defeat, as the king of Fenris never will. Capitulate! you have no other alternative. Let on the ground the book and the crown, and I will open a corridor of escape. You have my word as an officer. >> << The crown will not end up on your head, but it will be torn apart by four powers of chaos. And the book will end up spreading the entropy in the universe, rather than the truth. The tragic history of mankind repeats itself once again, for those who have not learned anything from the past. >>
When the ork stormboyz fly to the allies space port, the clouds above them split open, but it's too late for them to understand what is happening. The orks assault in firefight the zombies, and try to drive away the zombies from the bunker, but it is not enough, they win the assault and consolidate the position just in time to turn to the royal palace and gape.
OST - Heroes - Motorhead
++ Class_Unicorn-Ophe012 --- King-Pala6542 connection tunnel open. ++ << What da' hell we have over our skulls! >> << I thought you heard my lack, respectable and noble generals! I don't know what you see in your holographic device, but from up here, are big troubles! >> << General Daikun speaking, you are more than welcome Admiral Sampath! Is the God Emperor who sent you! >> << Hail! Admiral! This is the hour of the wolf, from the earth to the heavens. We must reject the Class Luna from the battlefield! >> << General, the time now accelerates towards what must be, we have to play each of us his role, until the final revelation! Thanks for being here, Admiral! >> ++ Class_Unicorn-Ophe012 --- King-Pala6542 connection tunnel closed. ++
As a torpedo, emerges from the red and inflated clouds above the Royal Palace a flagship of the imperial drop ships supplied in Istanor VII° sector, a Class Unicorn, a spacecraft designed to orbit and ground operations, able to deploy a whole army of infantry and light vehicles. Together with the devourer, the buffalo and the trident class, it form the backbone of imperial guard strategic deployments.
A crew of several hundred men is to battle and maneuvering stations, in the plasma reactors halls, the guns, the lascannons, in the long and medium range fire systems. In the void shields generators room and the volcano cannon and laser defense platform. Admiral Nalin Sampth is at the helm, still, solemn, his smoking pipe fumes frantically while mutters a curt: all to battle stations!
The Prince Hamlet, the class unicorn advances beyond the walls of the royal palace, its target is getting closer and closer. And finally...
FIRE. FIRE. FIRE! The Class Unicorn thunders with each gun, with its defense laser, its volcano cannon, its myriad of lascannons, a firestorm to which is added the orbital cannon shot and the revenant titans fire. The void shields of the class Luna are vaporized instantly, while huge explosions follow one another along its hull, and within moments the huge flying monster is immersed in a hot fireball. When the fire and the smoke dissipates, the Class Luna emerges, dozens of smoke and explosions internal gurgle in its belly, a beast almost destroyed, but still operational.
A rain of flaming debris falls on the heads of the defenders entrenched in their space port, but after a few moments from the Emperor titan of Nurgle, Ebola the damned, hell breaks loose. All its fire power in substained fire destroys the rough riders, decimates the stormboyz and creates confusion among the devastators while the access bridge to the space port is broken in two charred pieces.
The Khorne's reinforcements break into the battlefield, Saetta is now alone, alone at the head of an attack that was interrupted, alone against all. The juggernauts of khorne move behind the ruined chaos outer walls, while the first Lord of Battle advances and fires against the loyalist reaver titan, damaging it.
Saetta falters, its tech crew attempts the impossible, but it's a race against time. Gargarism the warlord titan of Nurgle unleashes its fire power, and Saetta is hit by a hail of missiles first, and then from its terrible morbus cannon that opens a leak in its reactor, a gap that soon backing out. Few, long seconds of wait and its belly is torn in a terrific explosion, a critical plasma meltdown, the titan collapses in the ruins among the destroyed altar of Nurgle and the Baneblade super heavy tank.
On the opposite side, the black legion land raiders open fire and destroy the flak turret of the space port, thus leaving the area vulnerable to future air attacks.
The raptor cult, holed up in the buildings near the ruins of Saetta, fly and occupy the allies space port's trenches, just freed from the dead rough riders
The rest of the Khorne army enters the battlefield, proceeding along the street behind their own space port. The few traitor leman russ were marching towards the crossroads leading to their plasma annihilator ground cannon, and so does Pustola, while the black legion warbikes on the heavy ground cannon's Platform and the predators too advance to patrol the two accesses. The arrival of the space wolves strikecruiser is no longer a secret.
The Allies have moved all their forces to their spaceport. The black legion Class Luna space ship is a dying behemoth, but is still well able to deal a decisive attack against the Class Unicorn. The orbital cannon on the Astra Militarum is ready, as the Plasma Annihilator of Ebola. Admiral Nalin Sampath knows this very well, but its target is still there.
The sky above Ivanor is red, red flames.
TURN 15 - OBJECTIVES
ALLIES Stronghold:allies hand ALLIES HQ's Huge Gates:allies hand ALLIES Space port:CONTESTED
CHAOS Stronghold:chaos hand CHAOS HQ's Huge Gates:chaos hand CHAOS Space port:chaos hand - 1st turn.
Missiles Silos area:DESTROYED Heavy Ground cannon:DESTROYED Ground Plasma Annihilator - size chaos:chaos hand - overwatch - slow fire Ground Plasma Annihilator - size allies:allies hand - overwatch Psychic tower:DESTROYED
VICTORY CONDITION: not achieved (check from turn 25 on)
A child, in an underground bunker, sleeps among the flames of Ivanor.
OST - The Warriors. On train back to Coney Island.
Gentle murmur, sweet delirium. Freed from the toils of the day sleeping. What thought caught him before the last blink of an eye? He sleeps. Perhaps he imagined a different world than this? dreamed? hoped? Now the child sleeps. Delicate whisper, lost in the blue sky of a dark winter night... eternal sleep. fantasy which took him away from these black sand beaches? such seas met his gaze away from the finish of some kind of life? He sleeps, dreams of the stars and sleeps...
...while the galaxy burns.
OST - The Shining Soundtrack OST - Main title (HQ)
It happens in life, to be the last bastion. The last fortress, trench, shield in defense of a helpless people, unarmed, but above all else, beloved: sons, fathers, orphans, left in the depths of the earth, trembling and frightened, in silent waiting, between sobs and tears. Those steel gates, illusory safety, for them will open once. In those gates will dawn the face of their brave parents, now in battle. Smiling, as smiles Victory to the righteous. Or it will be hell. King Minos III and General Daikun look in the eyes each other, the king and the general, the crown and the scepter. Mortal leaders. In their eye, intense, ruthless as desperate, the final solution: if the battle will go wrong, no one will emerge from the underground tunnels. Dozens of commissars are ready to detonate the entire structure, burying alive themselves and the civilians of the Capital, in the darkest hour when mankind will fall.
[DIRECTOR NOTE: Let play this video at AC/DC's concert volume.]
<< We are under fire, in line of sight, of the Legio Cariosus Emperor titan, Admiral. We will be wiped out if we don't attempt to regenerate some void shields. The chance of survival if we perform a sustained fire on the Class Luna are... >> << Are those that are, Gunboats Commander Litvjak. It's a fine day to die. Crew, my best, ready to fire. At my order, fire at will! Drive out this abomination in the legend of the thirtieth millennium. >>
Admiral Nalin Sampath, standing firmly at the helm of the Class Unicorn looks ruthless Th Class Luna of the black legion, never in his life so close. Victory or death. He thinks, victory, and death. For his faithful friend General Aristotels Daikun, companion of many missions, for the thousands of children and helpless awaiting their end in the bowels of the city, and fuck at the four Chaos Gods: for the whole mankind! Shines bright the two-faced eagle of Acquilonia on his chest, shines with its own light, lighthouse in the neverending night. The two huge behemoths of the outer space are ready to annihilate each other while from behind the impenetrable cloak of dense red hellish clouds, an evil sun grins mockingly.
Over the Sector of the Royal Palace of Ivanor, the sky is glowing. Each fire mouth roars, each missile gets up in the air, in the hour when the two spacecrafts destroy one another under a firestorm that shake the earth up to the highest celestial domes. Fires the terrible Plasma Annihilator of Ebola, an energy beam that pierces from side to side the unicorn in its hull. Lightning in the sky the vortex missile launched from the Imperial traitor deathstrike missile launchers just arrived while at the same moment the orbital cannon of the Astra Militarum stronghold hits the Prince Hamlet; fires the loyalist shadowsword super heavy tank and the Alaitoc revenant titans, everything is directed to the two ships, to one huge fiery explosion of uncontrollable energies, in which a vortex swallows, piece by piece, parts of the Unicorn, while on the Class Luna dozen chasms as flaming bores open on its hull.
The Class Unicorn and the Class Luna are two battleships on fire, without any strategy, intent to inflict as much damage as possible, before capitulating. Only fate will decide who will be left standing, or whether both will fall.
With a sinister clanging, sheet on sheet, bubbling explosions and flames, the huge class Luna completes an unnatural movement of forty-five degrees on itself, while its reactors begin to falter, puffing blue flames. Within moments, the enormous evil angel on fire casts its bow toward the ground, penetrating in the royal palace sector as a dagger of fire. The already battered ruins of the loyalist outer walls are ripped by an explosion that surpass the intercontinental missile silos explosion, while a sea of fire burns everything, chaos land raiders, baneblades, zombies and poor fleeting loyalist shadows that vainly hoped to escape from so much death and destruction.
The fireball invests even the Emperor titan of Nurgle, and for a moment Ebola, seventy-seven times cursed, vanishes in a sea of fire, only to re-emerge, unscathed, in all its rotten and terrible unstoppable glory.
The area from the allies space port to the ruins of thier outer walls is unrecognizable, a moonscape scenery dotted with flaming ruins, mountains of debris and wreckage of Titans, tanks and bodies. A cemetery of orks, humans and space marine of both sides.
From the rubble of the holocaust of the Class Luna, a flock of raptors leaps against the revenant titans in a desperate assault. A revenant is damaged, but the raptors are massacred. With a quick movement, the two titans hide among the ruin near the Royal Palace access way, but are achieved by a storm of missiles from the traitor vultures just arrived. The Yellow revenant titan, already damaged, is repeatedly hit and collapses destroyed, while the second takes the opportunity to retreat and jumps inside the Royal Palace, safe. Even for them, mission accomplished. Came out in two hours ago from the Royal Palace, but only one is come back.
<< To all those still left alive in the propulsion reactors, gain altitude! Advance in a straight line and turn 180° degrees. Activate all the outriggers. Mission accomplished! Bring back what remains of the Prince Hamlet to his beloved bitch Ophelia starcruiser, provided that it is still standing! >>
The Class Unicorn, a hero won but not tamed, advances with all that remains of its reactors and rear stabilizers. In the royal palace are all in suspense, the terror that the maneuver will ends with the collapse of the ship on their Royal Palace, burying them all in a triumph of flames and ruins; but there is one of the greatest admirals of the galaxy at the helm of the ship. The Prince Hamlet, a unicorn in flames, makes a bold maneuver and takes off, vanishing flaming swallowed into the thick, dark clouds of the nevernding night, this time, under a wounded and mocking moon.
